Nala soon found that eating herself into a mindless stupor was more of a necessity than a pleasure. Oh, sure, it still felt great, but it was an addicting feeling. Whenever she dipped below a certain threshold of overfullness, guilt over everything she'd done to get to this point would assault her, and to her addled mind, the guilt seemed worse every time it reoccurred.

Her queendom was thus much like her initial couple of weeks with Scar. Instead of the lion keeping her over-satiated for some nefarious purpose, though, the young queen was doing it to herself in order to preserve what she thought of as her sanity. She only barely registered the change when she and Scar moved into Mufasa's old den (and she definitely could not have said how she was moved there), and she never knew what was going on around her.

Heck, she never knew what was going on inside her. She had to stuff herself continuously to maintain the drugged state she so preferred, but she was so preoccupied with not having to think about the choices she'd made that she didn't even realize what her food intake was doing to her body. Forget spherical, Nala was nearly pyramidal, with her huge gut flowing out beneath her. "Distended" quickly became her stomach's normal mode of existence, and once that was normal, absolutely monstrous further distension wasn't a big deal. Nala was nearly as big as a hippo, and though, as she'd grown into an adult lioness, her body had gotten quite a bit longer, there was no way it could have kept pace with her gluttony. Fat collected in thick sheets all over her body, until she couldn't even move her tail, but most of the nutrients she consumed went to increasing her stomach capacity, since her body had long ago realized that that was its best bet for not exploding.

As such, her eating capacity increased quickly, and, of course, she never just ate to capacity. What had once made her mind-breakingly overfull soon just made her full, and "just full" was nowhere near good enough.